From a Wannabe RYI Alumnus - How ‘bout that?!
Where
to start?
Why
can’t you make a dead man eat?
I
am not asking a question, definitely not, you are the one who is failing to
answer it.
Because the
consciousness has gone out of it, isn’t it?
Yeah.
So
much to say.
*eating chocolate*
The
subjective experience of the consciousness has nothing to do with the objective
reality of the body.
But
consciousness is free from any causal transactions of [what to write?] very
successful merchant group... or something like that... we have to find a word.
Consciousness
has nothing to do with donations for earthquake relief.
The
body is the result of consciousness’ power of manifesting a place where it can
stay.
So
where is this consciousness going, out from
what?
But
I wanted to write something more…
This
explanation? Who cares? Who needs it?
Still
the emptiness shies at the one who realizes her essential beauty.
Where
is
beauty?
Beyond
being moody of being empty?
Then,
what
is beauty?
where
does it come from?
why
do we feel it?
why
do we hear it?
why
do we smell it?
What
is its role and relationship with consciousness?
How
beauty connotes
miraculously
all the purities
that
consciousness ever desires
to
abide within!
Now
I’m becoming poetic.
Beauty
is love’s only confidant who builds a bridge not seen by anyone
between
this
subjective mind and its objective body.
Union
is the ultimate addiction.
Enlightenment
is ultimate union,
like
the deepest dream.
And
Krishna says: I am everything that you
desire. ?
Now,
Who rants?
Being
in something comfortable is also consciousness’ ploy. But this feeling of
comfort is beauty’s property.
So
again we come back to beauty.
*laughing*
Where
consciousness is going after dying is a living man’s suffering.
Who
cares!?
Consciousness
is so subjective that it produces objectivity like the sun’s gravity producing
light.
The
sun is so fxxxxx up it has caught fire.
Now,
don’t write that. It has to be rephrased
in a nice way.
Consciousness
is subjectivity.
Still…
talking about consciousness.
But
how can something be said about that, which is devised to photograph itself
through itself? You feeling yet, anything beautiful about that?
Never
mind.
“But if you in your pain you call birth as an affliction and the support of the flesh as a curse written upon your brow.
Then I answer: that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.”- Kahlil Gibran
~Sagnik from India
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